Sword of Coming

According to local rules, two Taoists, one old and one young, could only walk on foot. The old Taoist was no exception. Walking with his disciples on the bank of the river, the young Taoist Zhang Shanfeng had an eye-opening experience.

The Chen family of Yingyin is worthy of being the family that exclusively holds the title of "Chun Confucianism" and is worthy of being the master of archways in the world. This is probably the first-class scholarly family in the world.

In fact, it is not impossible to hire a carriage to go to the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall, but I am really short of money. Even if Zhang Shanfeng agrees, he does not have the money in his pocket to agree.

Fortunately, Zhang Shanfeng is used to traveling in rivers and lakes, but he feels a little guilty for making his master suffer. Although his master may not be high in cultivation, he has long since escaped. In fact, these hundreds of miles of distance may not be that difficult, but the disciples You have to have filial piety, right? But every time Zhang Shanfeng turned around, he would see the master walking with the chicken pecking at the rice and taking a nap. Zhang Shanfeng was a little impressed that the master really didn't delay his sleep while walking.

Passing by a green stone cliff by the river, Zhang Shanfeng saw a young man in a Confucian shirt, with his back to the master and apprentice, sitting there in a daze.

Master Huolong opened his eyes and smiled: "He is also a sleepy person, and his future will definitely be high."

Zhang Shanfeng said aggrievedly: "Master, when I went up the mountain, I was young and loved to sleep. Why didn't Master say this? Why did senior brother use chicken feathers as arrows every time and ask me to get up to practice? Senior brother Xiangzhi always said that his qualifications were the same as his Well, it would be a pity if I don’t practice diligently, so even if the master doesn’t care, he, the senior brother, can’t see me wasting the path of cultivation on the mountain. Well, I didn’t know until the end that senior brother Xiangzhi is actually only in the cave realm. , but senior brother never spoke in such a loud tone, which made me always think that he was a golden elixir earthly immortal. So when senior brother died, he made me cry so miserably. I am also a little disappointed, I always feel that I am stupid and lazy, and I will not be able to even reach the cave realm in this life."

Master Huolong said with a smile: "How come Master's decrees and laws are like chicken feathers? Besides, how come the Dongfu realm is not high enough?"

Outside of Paidi Peak, there are four main channels of Taixia, Taoshan, Baiyun, and Zhixuan under the command of Master Huolong. Even though Master Huolong has never deliberately established any rules of the mountains and rivers, any of his disciples who wander around Paidi Peak at will will actually have no consequences. Taboo, but the great monks of Kaifeng, including Taixia Yuanjun and Li Yu, do not allow the disciples of all lineages to go to Paidi Peak to disturb the real person's sleep, and the monks of Paidi Peak are notorious for not liking to go out, and their cultivation is indeed not tall.

Therefore, regardless of their seniority, almost everyone among the cultivators from other branches is like Gu Mo, a close disciple of Taixia Yuanjun. The only impression they have of their uncles, uncles, or uncles at Paidi Peak is that The seniority is high and the Taoism is low.

During this period, among the Taoists of Paidi Peak, Zhang Shanfeng was probably deceived the most. Perhaps in the eyes of Yuanjun Li Yu and other great monks, this young junior brother was hopelessly dark under the lamp, but looking at The master and this junior brother get along very well, so they don't dare to add anything to the matter.

That's not all, when Zhang Shanfeng threatened to go down the mountain to slay demons, the master Huolong Zhenren tricked his disciples again, saying that since he was going down the mountain to practice, he should just go farther away, because there were no demons around Paidi Peak.

As a result, Zhang Shanfeng not only stayed away from Paidi Peak, but later even traveled to Aquarius Continent. Except for Taixia Yuanjun, who was in retreat at the time, the founders of Taoshan, Baiyun and Zhixuan meridian, in fact, They were all a little panicked, fearing that something might happen to their junior brother if he was too far away from the top of his mountain. Especially the Taoist from Xuanfeng, whose combat power could be regarded as that of an Immortal. They all hoped that Master would allow him to leave Beiju Luzhou. He went to Aquarius Continent and secretly protected Zhang Shanfeng, but Master Huolong did not agree. Taoists only need to practice their own way. If someone protects the way, it will not work.

The founder of the Three Meridians felt that something was wrong. However, the master always said that his words were the law and he did not dare to disobey it. However, the founder of the Baiyun line and the other two juniors secretly calculated that the master did not care about the younger junior. , they, as seniors, must shoulder the responsibility of protecting the Tao. Then the old Taoist immortal and the two juniors found an excuse that could not find fault, went down the mountain, changed the route, and quietly escorted Zhang Shanfeng.

Therefore, Master Baiyun knew about Zhang Shanfeng's dangerous experience of slaying demons at the foot of the mountain, and the feeling of loss after the ups and downs, which meant that the other two lines also knew about it, especially when the Master Zhixuan learned that Zhang Shanfeng was dejected. When they boarded the Dajiu Mountain ferry, Patriarch Taoshan calculated with his fingers and was shocked. The former couldn't hold it any longer, so he planned to let Junior Brother Zhi Xuanfeng carry his sword and go down the mountain for the little boy, even if the master did not allow him to follow. The junior brother was guarding the road, but he didn't expect that Master Huolong suddenly appeared and stopped them. Zhixuanfeng Patriarch wanted to explain something, but the master slapped his head and pushed him back to Zhixuanfeng's retreat grotto. At the same time, when Master Huolong turned his head and looked at the direct disciple of Taoshan lineage with a smile, the latter immediately said that there was no need to bother the master and returned to the mountain to retreat.

after that.

The Patriarch of the Baiyun lineage received the Feijian message from the Patriarch Hall of Paidi Peak, and immediately rushed back to Paidi Peak, receiving a scolding without any suspense.

However, when they left Paidi Peak, their faces were full of joy. Only then did the two junior brothers, Taoshan and Zhixuan, realize that the master had scolded the senior brother and rewarded him with a date.

Well, everything is basically calculated by the master. It depends on who is more courageous, cares more about the younger brother, dares to take the risk of being held accountable by the master, and resolutely goes down the mountain to escort him? Both of them were experts and understood everything in an instant, so Zhixuanfeng Patriarch chased after his senior brother from Baiyun lineage, saying they wanted to have a spar. It's a pity that the senior brother escaped quickly and didn't give the junior brother a chance to vent his anger.

When we arrived at this bluestone cliff by the river, we were actually close to the Chen family. After dozens of miles of journey, for a Taoist cultivator, even if he didn't control the wind, at least in terms of mentality, there was still only a few steps left.

Zhang Shanfeng reminded: "Master, although we are invited this time, we still have to have the etiquette of visiting. Don't imitate that time in Middle Earth Mirage. Even if you stomp your feet to say hello to the owner, you must also The other party showed up to see us.”

Master Huolong nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."

Zhang Shanfeng asked doubtfully: "Those books we bought from the bookstore, are we really not going to make the readers think we are rude?"

Master Huo Long shook his head and said: "Giving books to scholars is the greatest courtesy in the world."

Zhang Shanfeng felt slightly relieved.

In fact, the young Taoist priests still don’t know who their master and disciples saw.

Zhang Shanfeng remembered something, "Master, we cultivators go to the Tao Mountains and wash our hearts and minds with the aura of mountains and rivers. We do not pay homage to princes or court the emperor. But how do Confucian disciples practice? We really can only rely on reading. ? But if you can cultivate a realm by reading in this way, wouldn’t everyone in the world be able to practice? If someone secretly takes the books of the vast world to other worlds, especially the barbaric world, wouldn’t it be a huge disaster? The demon clan has a large group of monks in vain, and as a result, the more demon clan can attack the Sword Qi Great Wall, what should we do?"

Master Huolong smiled and said: "These are indeed good questions, but I, an old man from the Taoist sect, shouldn't answer them, otherwise it would be really disrespectful. Right?"

Zhang Shanfeng suddenly felt a breeze blowing on his face. He turned around and saw an old Confucian scholar in blue shirt walking not far away, nodding and smiling, "Before I answer the question, I would like to know what book you brought for me?"

Master Huolong patted his disciple on the shoulder, "Mountain Peak, did you see that someone is asking for a gift from you?"

Zhang Shanfeng quickly bowed his head and called Mr. Chen, then took off the package and took out three books.

The old man took it and looked at it, feeling a little helpless. After thanking the young Taoist priest, he still put it in his sleeve.

He, Chen Chun'an, is regarded by the world as the first disciple of the Yasheng lineage.

As a result, the Great Celestial Master whose surname was Longhu Mountain gave him three books that should have been forbidden to be destroyed by the literary sage lineage.

After Chen Chun'an accepted the book, he said: "Confucian disciples, in fact, the path of cultivation is almost the same as that of Taoism, but it is replaced by cultivating the awe-inspiring spirit in the heart. You hold Taoism in the mountains, stay away from the human world, and create a pure realm where there is no dust between things and ourselves. . Then we scholars are nothing more than "studying behind closed doors in the mountains." As for the place and method of cultivating Taoism, they are the study room and the books of sages, as well as the principles contained in the words in the books. But in this, of course, the threshold is still Some, not everyone can truly practice by reading books. For example, the method of breathing and breathing for beginners still needs to be taught by gentlemen and wise men to the Confucian students in the academy. As for the innate foundation of practice, it is also a threshold. Therefore, many literary talents are flying. The great literary giants and many old Confucian scholars who are full of poetry and books still cannot rely on reading to prolong their lives."

Zhang Shanfeng thought this statement was quite mysterious, but he still saluted and said, "Thank you, sir, for clearing up the confusion."

Chen Chun'an smiled and said: "There is no need to be too polite everywhere. Scholars study and Taoists practice Taoism. They are considered to be members of the same Taoism. The etiquette should be simple but mellow, not complicated and superficial."

In fact, there is Zhang Shanfeng's last question. It's not that Chen Chun'an doesn't know the answer, but he deliberately doesn't answer it.

Contrary to what the young Taoist priest thought, Confucianism has never prevented living beings from reading and practicing.

This is the rule established by the sage.

Zhang Shanfeng turned to look at his master.

The fire dragon master laughed angrily and said, "Why do you think that your master doesn't have the demeanor of a god when you meet an imaginary master on the roadside?"

Zhang Shanfeng blinked.

This is what your master said himself. I don’t think so.

Master Huolong pointed at the blue stone cliff not far away, "Is that the boy practicing the sword in the dream?"

Chen Chun'an nodded and said: "It's a pity that I have to return it to Aquarius Island in the future, which makes me a little reluctant. I have often chatted with him here over the years, and I probably won't have the chance in the future."

Master Huolong said to Zhang Shanfeng: "That person is Chen Ping'an's best friend. Don't you go and say hello?"

Zhang Shanfeng was stunned for a moment, said goodbye to his master and the old gentleman, and ran over.

Master Huolong and Chen Chun'an did not go to the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall in Yingyin, but walked slowly along the river. The old master said: "At least you are here in Nanposuo Continent. The rest of the Southeast Tongye Continent and Southwest Fuyao Continent, what are you doing?" manage?"

Chen Chun'an didn't speak for a long time.

In fact, this question is a bit strange.

If the monster clan in the wild world could really break through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the army would be like a tide, submerging the largest mountain seal in the world, hanging upside down.

So it's hard to say whether Chen Chun'an can hold Nan Posuo Continent, which is closest to Daoxuan Mountain. So what does Tongye Continent and Fuyao Continent have to do with Chen Chun'an?

Chen Chun'an smiled and said: "The old scholar actually once advised me. The implication is that he gave me two choices, either don't die, or simply die early, don't die sooner or later or die at a certain moment."

Master Huo Long said with emotion: "Senior Literary Sage, there is no other person in the world who treats human nature better than anyone else in the world."

In terms of age, Master Huolong is much older than the old scholar, but when talking about the old scholar, he still has to sincerely address him as "senior".

Chen Chun'an nodded.

There was no rebuttal.

Even though he is the mainstay of the Yasheng lineage, Chen Chun'an's own knowledge is fundamentally contrary to the cultural purpose advocated by the old scholar.

Confucianism dominates the world.

The battle between saints and the direction of the struggle, in the final analysis, still depends on whose way is more protective of the people and beneficial to the world.

Gentlemen's disputes, disputes about right and wrong, big and small, must lead to a clear distinction between right and wrong.

The fight between wise men is about the temporary good and bad of their own knowledge. It is just a fight between pen and paper.

The complicated rules of Confucianism are the greatest protector of this vast world.

And the actions of the Confucian saints to draw the earth as a prison are the most constraining actions in the world.

The old dragon city at the southern end of Aquarius Continent was severely punished by Yasheng himself, and was regarded by hundreds of monks as one of the seventy-two accompanying saints who were deprived of eating cold pig head meat. Confucian disciples from different academic backgrounds in the academy can benefit greatly and become gentlemen as wise men. Therefore, even if this person has such a deadly hatred against the disciple of the literary sage, the old scholar, who is not a disciple, the old scholar is still willing to recognize this person's knowledge. Not bad, I can see the potential merits of this person's knowledge on today's world.

The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night, as has been the case since ancient times.

Two old people reunited after a long absence, chatting about the biggest things in the world.

The two young people met like old friends on the other side of Qingshi Cliff and talked about trivial matters.

The young Confucian scholar sitting there taking a nap was none other than Liu Xianyang, who was brought to Posu Island by Chen Dui from the Lizhu Cave of Aquarius Continent.

After learning that the young Taoist priest named Zhang Shanfeng was a close friend who traveled with Chen Pingan, Liu Xianyang was very happy and asked Zhang Shanfeng about the mountains and rivers along the way.

Liu Xianyang knew some inside stories about Aquarius Continent, Dali Iron Cavalry and Lizhu Cave Sky, but not much. He could only get it from the Shanshui Di newspaper and look for clues bit by bit. Liu Xianyang was studying abroad and had no one to rely on, so he had to live frugally, because at the Chen family in Yingyin, all the books in the collection, no matter how rare and expensive, could be read by students for free, but the Shanshui Di newspaper had to spend money, so Liu Xianyang met several children of the Chen family and Confucian scholars in the academy here. Now they are all friends, and he can learn about some world affairs in other continents through them.

Compared to the tall, sunny and cheerful boy in the small town back then.

Today, Liu Xianyang has become more and more calm and restrained. He studies diligently, is rigorous in his studies, and never relaxes in his quiet practice. This is more and more in line with the family tradition and landscape of the Confucian Chen family.

On the other hand, the boy from Mu Ping Alley who was always taciturn to outsiders, Liu Xianyang's best friend, was pursuing his own freedom of mind, asking for and getting everything.

Zhang Shanfeng poured beans into a bamboo tube and said that Chen Ping'an was good at everything.

For this young Taoist priest from Paidi Peak, even if he knew that he had actually missed the Great Heavenly Master from Longhu Mountain, he might feel a little regretful, but not necessarily sad. More likely, he would feel that the master was stupid. , Zhang Shanfeng dares to get involved with the Great Heavenly Master who is not a member of the Heavenly Master's Mansion? He didn't dare to think too much anyway. Even if he knew about the inexplicable miss, Zhang Shanfeng would not be too confused.

This may be the most valuable thing that Zhang Shanfeng is unaware of.

He always feels that his master's teachings are not very advanced, and he doesn't even know it.

But when Zhang Shanfeng talked about the two separations with Chen Pingan, he was really sad.

Zhang Shanfeng took off an ancient sword on his back and handed it to Liu Xianyang, who he had just met and was a friend with. He said with a bright smile: "This is the sword that Chen Pingan bought in Qingfufang. The name of the sword is 'Zhenwu'. I also owed money for the Bingjia Pill that could transform a pair of nectar armor before. I owe Chen Pingan better. But now my master helped me to beg for two bottles of water pills from my old friend over at Mirage Ze. In the future, whenever there is a chance, I can give it to Chen Ping'an and treat it as repayment of interest."

Liu Xianyang slowly pulled out the sword from its sheath. There were slight cracks and rust.

He flicked the sword with his finger, trembled slightly, nodded, and said, "It's very heavy."

Zhang Shanfeng asked doubtfully: "This sword is not heavy, is it?"

Liu Xianyang squinted his eyes and stared at the subtle ripples on the blade of the sword. He could see the mystery contained in it. This had nothing to do with Liu Xianyang's level. In fact, Liu Xianyang was in many absurd ancient times in his dreams. At the battlefield site, I have seen countless good swords, many of which can be pulled out, and many of which cannot be carried alive or dead. Even if it is a broken sword, Liu Xianyang still cannot lift it with his own hands, but Liu Xianyang is used to remembering the ancient seal swords of those swords one by one. The name, the style of the scabbard, the lines of the sword's airflow, and the difference in sword intent of each sword. What's even more mysterious is that he, a "modern man from outside the country" who can ignore the passage of time in his dreams, still often acts as an "ancient man from the past" when he draws a sword, destroying all Liu Xianyang's spiritual thoughts on the spot, making him He had to exit the dream, sweating profusely, and even worse, Liu Xianyang would vomit blood on the spot and become dizzy within a few days.

So for the sword.

Liu Xianyang has long been an expert in this way.

Let's not talk about the level of cultivation, just that the vision is high and broad, perhaps even higher than many sword immortals in Luzhou, Beiju.

Liu Xianyang gently sheathed the sword.

This sword.

He had never seen it with his own eyes in his dream.

But that feeling seemed to have been clearly felt at the largest ancient battlefield site. Being in it would make Liu Xianyang stagger, and he only felt that the world had become a little heavier.

As for whether this sword is the same one, it's hard to say. Maybe it was a clever imitation, which gave it a bit of "sword intent".

Zhang Shanfeng put the Zhenwu Ancient Sword on his back again and turned around, only to find that the tall young man seemed very sad.

Zhang Shanfeng was a little confused. Why did Liu Xianyang feel more sad than happy when he heard that his best friend from his hometown, even though he was so successful, was still a good person who had not changed his original intention?

Liu Xianyang clenched his fists on his knees, looked into the distance, and said softly: "You and Chen Ping'an met later than me, so you may not know that that guy's greatest hope in this life is to be safe, that's all. He is the least timid and is most afraid of illness and disaster. But at the very beginning, he was the person who was least afraid of ghosts in the world. Do you think it’s strange? At that time, he seemed to feel that he had worked hard to live anyway. If you still have to die, with a clear conscience, if you die anyway, you might be able to meet people again somewhere else.”

Liu Xianyang murmured: "So the Chen Ping'an you know has become so cautious. He must have found a reason why he must not die. What do you think is wrong with this change? I think it's good too, but I know that this life will be very tiring for him. When we met, no one except me knew how much he had done and how much he had paid for his mother-in-law to be kind to a family in Mud Bottle Lane. How many grievances I have endured.”

Liu Xianyang smiled, "I have only seen him cry twice in my life. The last time was when I was about to die. The first time was very early, when I was an apprentice in the dragon kiln with him. Listen, There were some rumors coming from Xinghua Lane, accusing the woman in Mud Ping Lane of having an unexplained relationship with him. I got up in the middle of the night and didn't see him. When I went out, I saw him holding a bar. Bench sat outside the door with tears streaming down his face.”

"I squatted next to him. After knowing what happened, I have always been cautious. I have never been careless about the little gossips in the market. I took it as amusement at first, so I asked him with a smile. , is this a good thing? He was crying so much that he had no energy at all, so he ignored me. So I knew that at that time, he was really heartbroken. That's why I didn't continue to make fun of him. I He didn't know how to comfort others, so he had to stay with him. In the end, he figured it out on his own. He told me that the kindness of Gu Can and his family would be repaid in a lifetime. If he does anything for their mother and father in the future, he You must be more attentive, you can't let people gossip, you can't just care about how you feel in your heart, and do everything without caring about it. In the end, the worst people will be Gu Can and his mother. "

Liu Xianyang fell back to the ground, his head resting on his hands, and said: "Actually, I really wanted to tell him at that time, is it possible that Gu Can's mother actually doesn't mind the gossip at all, it's you, Chen Pingan, who is hiding alone Are you thinking too much here? But in the end, I didn’t say this kind of thing, because I was reluctant. I was reluctant to let the current Chen Pingan change in any way. I was afraid that if I said it, Chen Pingan would wake up. Liu Xianyang was no longer so kind to me. These were my selfish motives at the time, because I knew at that time that if he was not so kind to Gu Can today, he would naturally be less nice to me, Liu Xianyang, tomorrow. But when I leave Zhou has come here, after so many years, so I regret it now. Chen Pingan should not have been the same Chen Pingan. He should have thought more about himself. Why did he live for others all his life? Why? Just because of Chen Pingan Ping An is Chen Ping An?"

In the dusk, the breeze blows on the stone cliffs by the river.

There should still be a bright moon in the sky tonight.

Zhang Shanfeng was silent for a long time and asked in a low voice: "When will you go back to your hometown to visit?"

Liu Xianyang lay there and closed his eyes, "Try to do it sooner, at least ten years."

Zhang Shanfeng said with emotion: "It is necessary to go back earlier. Books say that wealth does not return to its hometown, just like walking in brocade at night. It is actually very difficult for us as Taoists. We don't know the cold and heat on the mountain. It seems that in the blink of an eye, we can return to our hometown again. What is left? Who can I show off to? Even if the family is still there and there are descendants, what more can be said?"

Liu Xianyang said: "I have no feelings for my hometown. I don't go back to prove anything to anyone, so when I return to Aquarius Continent, the first place I want to go to is not that small town. The first person I want to see is also Not Chen Pingan."

Zhang Shanfeng turned around and asked, "Are you worried?"

Liu Xianyang still closed his eyes and said with a smile: "The only solution to the knot is death."

Liu Xianyang opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, "When we get to Aquarius Island, pick a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night, and I, Liu Xianyang, want to ask the sword Zhengyang Mountain in my dream!"

Zhang Shanfeng asked softly: "Don't wait for Chen Ping'an to come with you?"

Liu Xianyang folded his hands on his chest and laughed: "Don't forget, I, Liu Xianyang, have always taken care of Chen Ping'an!"

But Liu Xianyang didn't forget it either.

In fact, from the first day they met, it was Chen Ping'an who saved Liu Xianyang in that Mud Bottle Lane.

Zhang Shanfeng didn't think Liu Xianyang was talking nonsense.

Because Chen Pingan often talked about it back then, there was a guy named Liu Xianyang who took care of him a lot and taught him a lot.

Except for the two best friends, Chen Pingan did not mention a word about their meeting and parting when they were young.

Liu Xianyang suddenly turned his head and looked northeast.

My heart moves.

Liu Xianyang suddenly said: "I have to take a nap."

Zhang Shanfeng was a little helpless, he was quite similar to his master.

far away.

Dressed in a Confucian shirt and a Taoist robe, the two old men sighed at the same time.

Especially the fire dragon master is even more sentimental.

Because the old friend who visited Paidi Peak before traveling to Daixuan Mountain was the first Beiju Luzhou Sword Immortal to die in the south of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Now that Beiju Luzhou has learned the news, there is such a movement.

This is an ancient tradition passed down from generation to generation in Beiju Luzhou.

Raise the island to sacrifice the sword.

The sword energy soared to the sky.

Everyone knows it.

On the top of the hill in Fufou Kingdom, Chen Ping'an stayed quietly for three days, practicing both boxing and cultivation.

Chen Ping'an has never been so focused on the matter of breathing in and out of Taoism. He can completely forget himself by sitting cross-legged.

When the time came, Liu Jinglong's talisman formation, which could withstand three attacks from Nascent Soul, dissipated on its own.

These movements made Chen Pingan open his eyes.

Chen Pingan had already taken off the black robe and put on an ordinary green shirt. Chen Pingan carried the bamboo box on his back, took out the ordinary green bamboo hiking stick, and walked down the mountain.

Again like the scholar in green shirt who is on a study tour.

The pure practice of monks in the lower five realms, in addition to refining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and collecting it in their own "cave heaven blessed land", can also strengthen their muscles and bones, which is different from ordinary people. Once they reach the cave realm, they can have strong muscles and bones, as plump as sapphire, and have Tao power. So far, you can see it here. After entering the Jindan realm, one step further, the muscles, bones and veins together have the appearance of "golden branches and jade leaves", and clouds will permeate the inside and outside of the Qi Mansion, which will last for a long time. Especially after entering the Nascent Soul, such as opening up key acupoints. Coming out of the small cave in the human body, he took the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was condensed like golden elixir juice and took it one step further to give birth to a small Nascent Soul that is consistent with his own path. This is the body of the Yang Shen, a monk in the upper five realms. Fundamentally, it's just similar to the golden elixir, each has its own rank.

This is the foundation and qualification of a Qi practitioner.

The so-called root and bones of a cultivator are the small world of the human body and the size of the objects that carry spiritual energy.

As for qualifications, after embarking on the path of cultivation, it can determine whether a Qi practitioner can become an Earth Immortal, and how good the quality of the Golden Pill and Nascent Soul are. There will be a huge difference in the speed of Qi practitioners' practice.

As for the matter of temperament, even if it means cultivating the mind, it is most illusory, but it often falls off the chain at critical moments, and things happen inexplicably. For example, Liu Laocheng of Gongliu Island was so determined and resolute back then, but a little inner demon born of love almost caused the only upper fifth realm wild cultivator in Aquarius Continent to die early. Lu Fang in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land was even more troubled by love. Within a short period of time, Zhou Fei, the pseudonym of Jiang Shangzhen, protected him like that, but still could not completely open up the knot in his heart.

Looking at Jiang Shangzhen again, it seems that he is obviously stained with more love mud, but he is not at all troubled by such inner demons.

All are caused by different temperaments.

As for the matter of chance, it is impossible to ask for it, and it seems that it can only depend on fate.

He Xiaoliang of Shen Gaozong, Huang Ting of Taiping Mountain in Tongyezhou, and of course Li Huai, who was very familiar with Chen Pingan, were all the kind of people whose fortunes were too good to be unreasonable.

Now Chen Ping'an has successfully refined two natal objects, the water character seal of Shuifu and the five-color soil of Dali, creating a great pattern of interdependent mountains and rivers.

Once you practice, it will be much faster.

The absorption and refining of spiritual energy becomes faster and more stable.

Therefore, it can be said that as long as Chen Pingan is willing to seek a spiritual place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, even if he stays on the hilltop and just sits there and practices day and night, he will actually increase his cultivation and realm.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand why the more spiritual geniuses are, the less likely they are to hang out at the foot of the mountain all year round. Unless they encounter a bottleneck, they will go down the mountain for a walk, be quiet and think about it, and then they will not only study the magic of the immortal family, but also cultivate their minds and organize themselves. The context of your mind is to avoid going astray and hitting a wall without realizing it. Many insurmountable passes are extremely mysterious. Maybe if you move a step away, you will find a different world. Maybe you need to wander between the world and the world, seemingly traveling thousands of miles, before you can accumulate experience. With a sudden thought, you can break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop, and the pass is no longer a pass.

For ordinary monks, the third realm is a medium-sized pass, which is called the "retention realm" on the mountain.

However, this statement has always been nonsense in the Zongzitouxian family, which has an orderly inheritance.

This is why Yamazawa Yexiu is so envious of Immortal Master Genealogy.

They may not be able to figure out the three difficulties on the way forward even if they encounter a broken head and bleeding. For the disciples of the Great Immortal Family, it is simply a matter of raising their hands and looking at the lines of their hands, and all the paths will be revealed.

The three realms of Chen Ping'an are the three realms of Shanze Yexiu.

Because it seems that no one has ever given any specific guidance regarding spiritual practice.

Earlier, the Bridge of Eternal Life was broken and shattered. There is no point in talking about this.

Later, I practiced boxing with a sword on my back and focused on it.

Before, at the Fairy Inn called Kingfisher at Longtoudu in the Green Eagle Kingdom, Liu Jinglong actually explained in detail the key to practicing in the Five Realms. However, after all, the two sides were from different schools and backgrounds, and Qi Jinglong was hampered by the rules and taboos on the mountain. It is impossible to explore the status of Chen Ping'an's major houses and guide Chen Ping'an one by one. Therefore, many of Liu Jinglong's preaching and explanations are still rough for the future, not the present, for Chen Ping'an who has just entered the third level of Qi Practitioner. Details. But even so, Qi Jinglong's words are still well-deserved golden words.

Because it is destined to be infallible.

Qi Jinglong needed to stand very high on the mountain to explain this clearly.

Of course Chen Pingan will keep it in mind.

Then I drank the pot of wine Liu Jinglong left, sipping slowly, intending to keep at least half the pot.

The first and fifteenth day of the refining day is still difficult.

Now that his physical injuries are far from healed, Chen Ping'an walks more slowly and carefully.

However, when Chen Ping'an approached the border of Lujiu County, he noticed something.

Just still pretending not to know.

Chen Pingan doesn't dare to say how skilled he is when it comes to dealing with things like being followed, but among his peers, he shouldn't be too skilled at it.

Earlier, Li Fuxi, a monk from Shujian Lake Nascent Soul, was secretly following him, and Chen Pingan noticed something strange early on. Later, he plotted with Gao Cheng of Jingguan City in Luzhou, Beiju, and then with the second group of Lushan assassins.

What's more, the sneaky assassin at the moment is indeed not very advanced, and he thinks he is just hiding. However, the opponent is very patient, and he refrained from taking action in several seemingly good opportunities.

Chen Ping'an let the assassin help him "protect the road."

Lujiu County is the hometown where Lu Dun, a down-and-out scholar, met by chance on the mountain.

However, Chen Ping'an didn't plan to visit his home, because even if he wanted to, he might not be able to find anyone.

The scholar next to him was not named Lu but Zhou. Perhaps he was wary of others and did not tell Chen Pingan his real surname.

But Chen Pingan felt that this was right.

To be truly honest with others is never just to reveal your heart in words.

It is easy to make mistakes if you talk superficially and talk deeply, and casually abandon your sincerity.

If you are not even responsible for yourself, how can you be responsible for the world and others and then offer true kindness?

But the truth is this: in the world, it is wrong to treat people sincerely. After all, it is not good.

Chen Ping'an took a detour through the small town, not intending to tangle with the assassin any longer.

So on a secluded road, his figure suddenly disappeared and appeared next to the assassin lying among the reeds. Chen Pingan stood on the top of a reed, his figure floating with the reeds in the wind, quietly, lowering his head. Looking at him, he should be a young man, wearing a black robe and a snow-white mask, no doubt a monk from Gelu Mountain. But this is the most interesting part. This young assassin from Gelu Mountain had a very hard time following Chen Ping'an in stealth. Either Qi Jinglong couldn't find the person, or the reason is difficult to explain. In fact, Gelu Mountain was dispatched. The fifth realm monk came to assassinate him, or Qi Jinglong completely explained the truth to the other party, and Gelushan chose to abide by another bigger rule. Even if the employer is different and he attacks one person three times, from now on, even if someone else finds Gelushan and is willing to smash him The next mountain of gold and silver will not assassinate that person.

If so.

Why hasn't Qi Jinglong shown up?

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said, "Everyone is gone, aren't you in a hurry?"

The Gelu Mountain assassin acted stiffly, turned his head, and looked at the green-shirted man standing on the reeds next to him.

It's not that he doesn't want to escape, but his intuition tells him that if he escapes, he will die. If he stays where he is, there is still a chance of survival.

He sat up and took off his mask, "I made an agreement with the man named Liu. As long as you discover his whereabouts, even if my assassination fails, I will follow him to practice and call him master, so don't kill me." .”

Chen Pingan asked: "What about others?"

The young man shook his head and said, "He wants me to tell you that he wants to go to Dazhuan Capital first and come back to us later."

When the young man said this, he punched the ground and said angrily: "This is my first time going down the mountain to assassinate!"

Chen Pingan landed on the ground and took the lead to walk out of the reed swamp, using his hiking stick to clear the way.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth for the last time, threw away the mask, and followed the man in green shirt onto the road together.

Chen Ping'an slowed down and the young man glanced at him, then he followed up and walked side by side.

Regarding this assassination target, there were actually some rumors inside Cutelushan. As a killer cultivated in Cutelushan, he grew up with the master of Cutelushan, so he had the opportunity to know some inside information.

In short, although this guy seems to have a good temper and is more of a scholar than a scholar, the master of the mountain master once failed to assassinate him for the first time in Cutulu Mountain. As a result, someone soon paid to hire a mountain assassin. The master of the mountain once told the young man himself , the guy next to him now is a powerful character who is very good at causing trouble and is good at solving trouble.

Chen Pingan asked: "Are you a sword cultivator?"

The young man nodded and said: "Master said that I am a very valuable innate sword embryo, so I must cherish my life and don't rush to take over the job. Otherwise, he will lose money after spending so much immortal money on me. So I have always thought You should take the job as soon as possible and help the master and Cut Lushan earn money as soon as possible. Who would have thought that he would meet a person named Liu? He said that he could stand still and let the master take action at will. After every attack, you have to listen to him When Liu Jinglong said one thing, the master took action twice, and then he listened to that guy’s two reasons.”

At this point, the young man was full of disappointment.

In my impression, the master never returns without success when he draws a sword.

No matter what the opponent's cultivation level is, their heads are rolling off.

The young man exhaled the turbid air that he had been holding in his heart for a long time, but he still remained depressed and said: "We at Gelushan always keep our word. In the end, Master had no choice but to send me to assassinate you. And from now on, I will follow Gelushan." It doesn’t matter at all. I still want to go to that bullshit Taihui Sword Sect with that surnamed Liu."

Chen Pingan smiled and stretched out his hand, spreading his palm.

The young man frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Chen Pingan said: "Can't you thank me properly so that you can go to Taihui Sword Sect to practice?"

"Is there something wrong with you?!"

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "Who wants to be a Genealogy Immortal Master?! I'm just not good at it. So many opportunities have made me feel that they are not opportunities. Otherwise, I would have stabbed you to death with a sword. It's heartbreaking to keep it!"

Chen Ping'an took back his hand and said with a smile: "With such a strong murderous intention, he should practice with Qi Jinglong."

The young man turned his head and sighed, "His surname is Liu. Even if he is better than our mountain master, so what? Do I have to change my family?! Besides, that guy looks like a nerd at first sight. I will practice with him in the future, and I will face this problem every day." I'm afraid I won't be able to cultivate even half a swordsman in my lifetime if I call myself "Master" as a grumbling and unsatisfied guy."

Chen Pingan said: "Then have you ever thought that your master actually hopes that you can follow Qi Jinglong?"

The young man was silent for a moment, "I can guess it. I have always known that Master is good to me. So I plan to call Master Liu on my lips, but in my heart, I will only recognize Master as Master in this life."

The young man turned his head, fearing that if this guy came to Liu Jinglong's side and talked nonsense, he would probably suffer in the future.

But for some reason, walking on the road with him made me want to talk more about what was in my heart.

It was probably because the accident was so big that the young man always felt like he was going to be suffocated to death if he didn't complain.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "It is good and right for you to think so now. If you change your mind later, it does not mean that you are wrong now."

The young man frowned, "Who do you think you are, and you dare to say such a big truth? Why do you think it's great because I can't kill you? So you can tell me what to do?!"

This temper.

Not really good.

Chen Ping'an didn't take it seriously, "Who can't tell the truth? I'm better than you, but I'm still willing to tell the truth. Is it a bad thing? Do you want me to punch you to death, or beat you half to death, and force you to kneel on the ground and beg me to tell you the truth? The truth is, is it better?"

The young man had a headache and raised his hand, "Stop it, stop it, don't do this. My master, the mountain master, was annoyed by Liu for a long time, and then he told me to pack up and get out, and I was not allowed to say another word."

Chen Ping'an smiled, twisted his wrist, and two more pots of glutinous rice wine appeared, "Would you like to drink?"

The young man's eyes lit up, he took one of the wine bottles, opened it, took a swig of wine, and then said disgustedly: "It turns out that this is how the wine tastes, it's boring."

Chen Pingan didn't turn his head, just walked forward slowly, "Now that you've drank, just stay and finish it. It doesn't matter if it's later. If you have the guts to just throw it on the roadside now, I will teach you the truth first for Qi Jinglong. And it must be something you don’t want to hear.”

The young man's face was full of sarcasm, and he tutted: "Look, in the end, you didn't use force to suppress others. I'm not telling you, you are not even as good as that surnamed Liu!"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Drink your wine before Qi Jinglong comes back. If nothing happens, you will not be able to drink even if you really want to drink for a long time in the future."

The young man frowned and said, "You know Liu told me in advance that he would not drink alcohol if you persuade him?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head, "I'm not a god who predicts the future."

The young man raised his arm, looked at the wine bottle in his hand, hesitated, but still didn't dare to throw it away casually, and took another sip of rice wine. In fact, it tasted good, and it didn't have the slightest feeling of burning the knife and scalding the intestines.

It seems that I was born to drink.

It is indeed an innate sword embryo!

He suddenly asked tentatively: "How about you tell Mr. Liu that you are willing to accept me as his disciple?"

Chen Pingan ignored it.

The young man began to persuade the green-shirted guest, saying that he would definitely think well of the other party and he would repay him in the future. When he returned to Fulu Mountain, he would burn incense at the ancestral hall again and acknowledge his ancestors, and he could help him assassinate him for free in the future. Enemy...

Chen Pingan asked: "By the way, what's your name?"

It's not that the young man has the temperament to answer questions, but the name is a matter of pride that he can take advantage of even more than being an innate sword embryo. The young man sneered and said: "The name my master gave me is named Bai." , the famous leader! Don’t worry, within a hundred years, there will be a swordsman named Bai Shou in Luzhou, Beiju!"

Chen Ping'an snorted, "Then you have to be careful about your nickname in the future. White-headed Sword Immortal or something like that might not sound good."

When the young man thought about it, what this guy said made sense!

He nodded and said, "Thanks!"

Chen Ping'an raised the jug, and the young swordsman named Bai Shou was stunned for a moment. He knew how to figure it out. He quickly bumped it with the jug, and then they drank.

Baishou wiped his mouth and felt good at the moment. He should be considered a bit heroic and a swordsman.

Chen Ping'an laughed softly and said: "You should listen to your master for everything else. It's a pity that the Sword Immortal doesn't do things like drinking."

Bai Shou nodded vigorously, "Although you were quite annoying at first, now I like you much more. What's your name?! You have to know that I, Bai Shou, will never remember a few words in my life." A personal name. Look at the person named Liu, have I called his full name? No."

Chen Pingan said: "My name is Chen Haoren."

Bai Shou said angrily: "Don't be ungrateful!"

Chen Pingan turned around and asked, "Are you going to hit me?"

Bai Shou rolled his eyes, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Yes. Are you going to hit me?"

Bai Shou felt so aggrieved that he took a sip of wine.

It was simply the second humiliation since he came down from the mountain with his white head.

Chen Pingan turned his head.

The tired Qi Jinglong should have arrived a long time ago and has been following the two of them for a long time.

Qi Jinglong said helplessly: "Have you become addicted after persuading people to drink?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Every swordsman will probably remember the person who persuaded him to drink."

Qi Jinglong asked: "Then who advised you to come?"

Chen Pingan said: "At first he was a swordsman, and later he was an old gentleman."

Don't look at the people surnamed Liu in Chen Ping'an's side. At this moment, Qi Jinglong really came to his side, and he was silent and said nothing, as if this guy was standing next to him, and he was holding the pot of water that had not been finished. Drinking wine, even if you don’t drink it anymore, is wrong.

Liu Jinglong, the land dragon in Luzhou, Beiju, really stood there and allowed his white-headed master, the mountain master, to hand out two swords!

There was a talisman formation that seemed to be drawn randomly, and there was no flying sword in the world. After two sword strikes, his master actually didn't even have the energy to hand out the third sword!

Qi Jinglong said: "I plan to return to the sect for retreat."

Chen Ping'an hummed, "Break through the situation earlier so that I can find you. Otherwise, if it's too late, I might have already left Beiju Luzhou. I won't turn around just for you."

Having said this, Chen Pingan smiled and said: "If you are willing to drink, I can consider it."

Qi Jinglong waved his hand and said, "Come on."

Chen Ping'an asked: "Did you go to Dazhuan Capital before?"

Qi Jinglong sighed and said: "It's a bit surprising. Before Gu Youren arrived at Dazhuan Capital City, he had already sent a message there, so that Ji Yue at Yuanwei Mountain didn't have to worry about it. The two of them decided to live and die directly on the Yuxi River. That’s it. I’m not too interested in this kind of fighting, so I didn’t stay there. But Gu You and Ji Yue should be fighting each other soon.”

Chen Pingan also sighed and started drinking again.

Bai Shou said: "What's so great about a ten-level martial artist? Ji Yue is a great swordsman. I guess it's just a matter of three or two swords."

Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "Do you think I'm miserable right now?"

Bai Shou nodded, "His body is covered with bruises and bruises. It's naturally very miserable. How about it? Did the fierce methods of our monks from Kaolu Mountain leave a deep impression on you?"

Chen Pingan and Qi Jinglong looked at each other and smiled.

The young man frowned, isn't that so?

Qi Jinglong suddenly said: "Chen Pingan, before I leave, let's find a secluded mountain top. Then you will see an unusual scenery. You will know more about our Beiju Luzhou."

Chen Pingan nodded, naturally he had no objection.

It's night time.

Three people reached the top of a mountain.

Dazhuan Capital City, on the bank of Yuxi River.

Ji Yue stood on the side of the river.

An old scholar in green shirt stood on the other side and said with a smile: "Just sacrifice the sword."

Ji Yue nodded and said, "I still believe in your concern for your character."

This night in Luzhou, Beiju.

From the top of a mountain, a Great Sword Immortal who rushed to Daoxuan Mountain in his early years.

The first sword cultivators from the mountain gate all launched their flying swords, soaring straight into the sky.

Like a white rainbow of sword energy rising from the earth.

Then came Bai Shang, the first swordsman in the north. The extremely eye-catching brilliant sword light quickly rose into the sky.

There was also the Taihui Sword Sect where Qi Jinglong was located. All the sword cultivators, under the leadership of the sect leader, controlled flying swords. The sword light cut through the night and illuminated the entire sect boundary. The sky and the earth were as bright as day.

There was also an old Taoist ancestor in Zhixuan Peak who sacrificed the peach wood sword that was usually only used to kill demons.

Ji Yue, the Sword Immortal of Yuanwei Mountain by the Yuxi River of the Great Seal Script Dynasty, was about to begin a life-and-death battle with a martial artist. Ji Yue would first fly into the sky with his sword to pay homage to someone who died in battle far away. Fellow people.

Duckweed Sword Lake was led by Sword Immortal Li Cai, and all the sect sword cultivators all drew swords.

At the Patriarch Hall of the Pima Sect Muyi Mountain, in addition to several sword cultivators who had already offered sword sacrifices, the sect leader Zhu Quan pressed the handle of the sword and asked Pang Lanxi on the side to control the long sword and lift it into the air to offer sacrifices.

Pu Chun, the heroic spirit of the Skeleton Beach, also unsheathed his sword. Gao Cheng took the initiative to break the taboos of heaven and earth with one punch, only for Pu Chun's sword to rise higher into the sky!

Even all the sword immortals, sect mountaintops and sword cultivators who were hostile to the sword immortal who died in the battle, without exception, all sacrificed their swords.

that's all.

Sword energy beams of varying brightness lit up one after another from the territory of Beiju Luzhou.

In the vast world of night, there are naturally many lights in the world.

But it would never be like this in Beiju Luzhou, where there would be so many sword immortals and sword cultivators, with their swords drawn out in unison, lighting up the whole continent at the same time like lamps.

Within the Kingdom of Fu, there is an unknown peak on the top of a mountain.

Qi Jinglong also began to sacrifice swords.

This time, he went all out. The natal flying sword named "Rule" rose from the ground, the sword energy was like a rainbow, and it was spectacular.

Qi Jinglong put his hands behind his back and looked at the long and slender lines starting from the earth.

They are all sword cultivators from one continent offering sacrifices to that fellow disciple in the distance, and at the same time paying homage to the common path of sword cultivators of our generation.

He suddenly turned his head, looked at Chen Ping'an aside, and said with a smile: "Have you really thought about it? If you are seen by someone who is interested, your method of suppressing the bottom of the box will be revealed, which may cause you big trouble in your future travels."

But Qi Jinglong actually knows the answer.

Chen Ping'an didn't know when he was already holding a long sword.

The name of the sword is Jianxian.

Chen Pingan raised his head and said softly: "I have thought about so many things that others don't want to think about. Isn't it just because there are some things that I can think about without thinking too much?"

Wearing a green shirt, he was swaying on the top of the mountain, his sleeves making a sound.

The young man's head was already dazzled by Qi Jinglong's sword light, and then he subconsciously tried his best to open his eyes so as not to miss the scene.

When the man softly shouted "Go".

Between heaven and earth, a golden sword light appeared, and the magnificent sword energy shot straight into the sky.

Not only that, but two flashes of sword light, one snow white and one faint green, swept out of the man's aperture and soared into the sky.

When Qi Jinglong took back his natal flying sword.

Chen Pingan put up the scabbard of his sword, and the sword fairy descended from the sky and returned to its scabbard with a clang.

Then he was gently carried behind him by this green-shirted swordsman who traveled to Luzhou in Beiju.

At this moment, the young swordsman named Bai Shou felt that the man in blue shirt gave him a bottle of wine, which was something to be proud of.

Separate sides.

Qi Jinglong rides the wind and returns to the north. Baishou can also ride the wind and travel far away.

Bai Shou turned around and saw the man standing there, tilting his head towards him to drink. Bai Shou nodded vigorously, and neither of them spoke.

Unexpectedly, Qi Jinglong said: "Don't even think about drinking."

Bai Shou said angrily: "Liu, if you keep doing this, I will run away and find your friend to be your master!"

Qi Jinglong smiled and said: "You can go and give it a try, he will definitely drive you away."

Baishou asked in confusion: "Why?"

Qi Jinglong smiled and said, "I feel sorry for the drink money."

Bai Shou sneered: "Are you lying to a ghost? How can he be so stingy?"

Qi Jinglong nodded and said, "I'm more stingy than you think."

Bai Shou lamented, "I'm blind, but I still plan to worship him as my teacher."

Bai Shou suddenly asked: "Then you don't allow me to drink. Are you worried about delaying your sword practice, or are you worried about money?"

Qi Jinglong said: "Both."

Bai Shou said angrily: "Liu, you are worse than him!"

Qi Jinglong turned his head and asked with a smile: "When did I say that I was better than him?"

Bai Shou was so aggrieved again that he couldn't hold it in for a long time. He said angrily: "You and your friends are both of this kind of virtue! Damn it, am I falling into a den of thieves?"

Qi Jinglong smiled and said, "That's not the case."

Baishou sighed.

It was such a hard time.

On the other side of the mountain, Chen Pingan, who finally carried his sword again, began to slowly go down the mountain, thinking that Qi Jinglong and his new disciple should be saying good things about him, such as being generous and generous.